Paul Weller (singer) Quotes

“Two lovers kissing amongst the screams of midnight,
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude.”

“You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns -
And the public wants what the public gets - but I don't get what this society wants.”

“I am out of season all years round - watch machinery roar to my empty sound.
Touch my heart and feel winter, hold my hand and be doomed forever.”

“I play out my role, I've even been out walking -
They tell me that it helps, but I know when I'm beaten…”

“If you gave me a fresh carnation, I would only crush its tender petals…”

“Some people might say my life is in a rut, but I'm quite happy with what I've got.”

“The morning slips away in a Valium haze and catalogues,
And numerous cups of coffee,
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost -
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery…”

“Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted.
Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse.”

“The more I see - the more I know,
The more I know, the less I understand.”

“A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op,
To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear, it's a big decision in a town called malice.”

“Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young.”

“The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face,
The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable…”

“Those braying sheep on my TV screen -
Make this boy shout! Make this boy scream!”

“It's so hard to understand why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam.”

“If you're wondering by now who I am, look no further than the mirror,
Because I am the greed and fear - and every ounce of hate in you.”

“If we get through for two minutes only it will be a start!”

“Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday…”

“I first felt a fist - and then a kick, I could now smell their breath,
They smelt of pubs - and Wormwood Scrubs - and too many right-wing meetings.”